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*** Funny how this sentence could apply to an infinite number of circumstances, no?

Among the problems we face as “free speechers” are those of unshared lived experience, and sheer chronology.

There are quite simply millions of young people who, through no fault of there own, have never lived in a time when it was commonplace to hear “offensive”, contrarian words in public, and hear such words praised by liberals as the epitome of cool.

Because reality itself is now deemed “racist”, one is hard-pressed today to make perfectly sound, if cutting, observations about everyday phenomena. Those of us who grew up with Dirty Harry and All in the Family and National Lampoon and Lenny Bruce and Don Rickles and George Carlin and Richard Prior remember a time “when foreigners were funny.”

And the sane amongst us miss those times terribly. We were freer then.

For today’s youth, even Chris Rock is “before their time.” You can point to South Park, but I wonder how many people under 30 watch it. It is just too “mean.”

Some think our sensibilities have coarsened. But haven’t they also, in some respects, devolved into outright pussification?

Last week, AMC ran Blazing Saddles (1975) and bleeped out, not just standard Anglo-Saxon curse words, but “faggot” and — since I literally can’t say it myself and so won’t spell it out here — “n****r”.

Now really: isn’t “n****r” the actual point and punchline of the movie itself?